Sliding my jeans on in the morning had almost made me cum right there. The way the seam rode against my wet pussy? Delectable torture.It had been a ...ong day at work and after a tormenting commute home (the only thing I wanted to do when stuck in traffic was to unzip my pants and finger my clit until I was screaming), I finally made it in the front door. I began undressing as I made my way to the bedroom. I pulled my shirt off and gasped at how it ever so slightly tugged at my breasts. . Long lashes fluttered open and she gazed upon the barren landscape. Nothing. Suzanne still wasn’t used to seeing…nothing. Where grand old oak trees used to stand, there was emptiness. Where fences used to cut across the property, there was loneliness. Where the old house graced the top of a light hill, there was silence. The wind gusted and forced Suzanne’s jacked against her frame. Tucking her hands deep into her pockets, she picked her way through the mud and the rocks. She went as far as. It was long and slender and glistened a little. As I watched he spit in the palm of his hand and lengthened his strokes. He smiled at me and nodded again.My wife was staring intently through the window, meeting his eyes as she fondled her tits. I bent down and licked her pussy in long strokes, again nibbling her lips as she again began to pant. Her breath grew deeper as I circled her clit. She moaned as I took her in my mouth, flicking the firm nub of her little man with my tongue. I. Once it was fastened, I started putting on the first stocking. “CLICK” I quickly looked for that sound and noticed Katie had a camera, taking pictures. “Keep going! You wanted pictures and video of me, remember? Well, I want them too. And you’re going to pose and let me. Now put that lingerie on!” Katie told me. I continued to put the stuff on, hooking the garter to one stocking. “CLICK” Putting the other stocking on, one foot on the bed. “CLICK” Hooking the garter to that stocking. “CLICK”.